In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Essentially Lifted Me to a Restroom.

During my nineteenth year, my daily commute meant taking an express bus. It remained crowded and invariably became without any seats once I stepped aboard.

On one specific day, I began feeling terribly ill when the coach lurched around the bends. I repeatedly told myself to hold on just a little longer so the bus could arrived at my stop, so I could then sprint quickly for the nearest public toilet to throw up.

We were coming down the avenue close to the destination as I realised I would not be to last. In an instant, it felt as if a fog descended upon me. Everything just went white and really quiet; like someone had cut the sound. My mind raced, “I’m going to faint”.

Luckily I was toward the front on the bus, so I took a few steps to ask the driver and told the operator to stop, telling him I was going to get ill. He promptly opened the entrance and I stumbled out out onto the street.

I was determined to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I gathered myself and endeavored to stumble toward the green space on the other side, thinking I could I could at least find some privacy behind a bush to throw up. But then I likely lost consciousness. I sensed my limbs, but I was unable to walk or see clearly, so I started crawling towards the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

In that instant, someone picked me up. I sensed someone holding me and heard a man say, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the kind passerby that I had to to be sick. So he virtually carried me over to a close-by structure and placed me into the female bathroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I refused.

After a short while, I felt better sufficiently to sit on the toilet when from beyond the door came his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to get up at that moment but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my legs. I got myself home and then spent the next few days healing from what turned out to be a severe stomach virus.

I never glimpsed that man’s face – only his legs along with a sizable metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was at my most vulnerable.

Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He demonstrated that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a trait I cherish in other people.